Although he was wary of Zhuo Yifan, he did not think highly of these monks.
For them, no matter how many Mahayana monks there are, they are definitely no match for them.
"Okay, the noble Yuan tribe is never afraid of fighting. I agree to your request." Sha Qida said: "If you lose, you will be captured without any resistance."
"It's a deal, if I win, you can't take action against my people, and you must maintain enough respect to send us out of this secret place." Zhuo Yifan also said loudly.
"If you can defeat my five thousand army, we will naturally look at you squarely. As for leaving here, I don't have the right." Sha Qi said coldly.
Zhuo Yifan was stunned: "No, we must be sent out. We don't want to interfere with your affairs, but you can't interfere with our freedom."
Sha Qi frowned: "That's not up to you. If you win, you will live, if you lose, you will die. Come with your people."
Zhuo Yifan said disdainfully: "No, you only need five thousand people, and we only need five thousand people. This is fair. I don't want to be said to be bullying the elderly."
After saying this, the monks all laughed in unison, while the Yuan clan warriors were trembling with anger.
Zhuo Yifan felt the power of faith, unfolded his spiritual stance, and instantly selected five thousand warriors.
These five thousand warriors don't look like much, but under Zhuo Yifan's control, they can definitely give these Yuan clan warriors a surprise.
He can now distract up to 300 people, but if it is too dispersed, the power will be insufficient, so he still has 108 distractions, obtains the consent of the believers, and directly injects them into the bodies of 107 people to control the formation eye.
Among these five thousand people, headed by these 107 people, they formed small square formations. From a spiritual standpoint, they were almost equivalent to being connected with one another.
They completely follow Zhuo Yifan's will and will not violate or resist at all.
It is equivalent to gathering the strength of five thousand people into one body to form a terrifying battle formation.
As for its power, it still needs to be verified in actual combat.
After all, the opponent this time is not a ghost, but an army of quasi-real demons that are more terrifying than the Mahayana masters.
At this moment, Zhuo Yifan was in the center, surrounded by five thousand Yuan clan warriors, while the five thousand monk army was divided into square formations to surround the Yuan clan army.
This battle formation looks so funny, just like a group of kindergarten children surrounding a group of adults.
The giants all burst into loud laughter. This situation had never even been dreamed of before.
Do these human races really think they can defy nature?
"kill!"
Sha Qi shouted loudly.
A group of masters rushed towards Zhuo Yifan, while some of them rushed towards the monks outside with wild laughter.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhuo Yifan's mouth, he stamped his feet violently and rose into the sky.
Whoosh whoosh!
The wind howled fiercely all around, and at least dozens of long knives were intertwined. There was nowhere to hide.
The knives in the hands of these giants are two feet long, and they are even more terrifying when they are swung. It seems that even the space cannot bear it.
Dozens of these swords were slashed together, and the space was almost shattered. The space runes attached to the swords instantly suppressed the space to a terrifying level.
Even if a Mahayana master is in it, even if he is not actually hit, he will be directly shattered to death by the strong pressure.
But Zhuo Yifan seemed to have no feeling, and his figure was still at home in his position. Faced with strong pressure, even the runes did not appear, which shows how strong his body is.
Whoosh!
Zhuo Yifan dodged and hit the knife net directly.
The besieging giants all showed ferocious smiles. Although this human being was a bit strange, he was still a human being after all, and was incomparable to the noble and great Yuan clan.
If suppressed directly and violently, he will have nowhere to escape.
Dozens of huge long knives collided together, causing sparks to fly.
Zhuo Yifan's figure was like a mosquito being slapped, looking very petite.
Ouyang Qingzhi was so frightened that her heart almost stopped. If she hadn't been connected to Zhuo Yifan and knew that Zhuo Yifan was fine, she would have thought that Zhuo Yifan had been chopped into pieces.
The giants were a little confused.
Their power was too great. These dozens of knives hit the target together, and no one knew the specific result.
Seeing Zhuo Yifan disappear, they thought it was someone's power explosion that directly blew Zhuo Yifan into minced flesh.
But before they could be happy, they heard Sha Qi's anxious voice: "Idiot, that's an afterimage!"
Afterimage? What so many people hit at the same time is just an afterimage? Where is the real body?
At this moment, the giants were a little confused. Their brains were not that good. By the time they understood the meaning of Shaqi's words, it was already a step too late.
In mid-air, Zhuo Yifan, although small, was flying down like a giant mountain pressing down on top.
The stream of light flashed and fell directly on the head of a giant.
The giant was stunned for a moment. He didn't even feel Zhuo Yifan's breath, and was stood directly above his head. You can imagine the horror in his heart.
He roared loudly and stretched out his hand to slap Zhuo Yifan on top of his head, hoping to kill Zhuo Yifan directly.
This slap was like a hurricane blowing up, several times more powerful than the sweeping force of a steel plate.
Zhuo Yifan sneered and did not dodge. In a moment, he grabbed the giant's Tianling Cap directly.
The giant's body is so hard that it is comparable to a magic weapon, and it is difficult to be harmed by ordinary swords.
But Zhuo Yifan's claws were not dragon claws, but they were better than dragon claws. When the claws were grasped, there was only a squeaking sound, and it penetrated directly into the bone.
The giant seemed to have been struck by lightning, his eyes suddenly became dull and his movements slowed down.
The originally menacing slap fell limply before it got close to Zhuo Yifan, and the long knife in his hand also fell to the ground with a clang, and his whole body seemed to have no bones.
The sword array of the surrounding giants swept over again, but unfortunately the giant suddenly knelt down and just avoided all attacks.
Zhuo Yifan laughed loudly and instantly absorbed all the giant's essence and blood.
Everyone was furious. Under the siege of so many people, Zhuo Yifan easily killed one person. This was simply a slap in the face to Ciguoguo.
Not to mention that giants can't accept it, even ordinary experts can't tolerate it.
They waved their long knives wildly, and the sword rays flew out like an intertwined laser net, trying to cut this space into pieces.
Zhuo Yifan saw that he was nowhere to be seen. His body was directly hit by the sword energy, and was cut into countless pieces in an instant.
This scene is really shocking.
A good person was cut into pieces by the invisible sword light. When the pieces scattered, there was no blood spurting out. Instead, they gradually faded and disappeared into the void.
"No, he has already escaped, and this is also an afterimage!"
The giant screamed in alarm, and everyone was in danger. They hurriedly waved their swords to protect themselves, and they were extremely nervous.